I'm still struggling to find the words to describe India, still dreaming about it at night. The other people who were there are a huge relief. Even though I may not see them regularly, I know that I can look into their eyes and that they know.
Projects of all kinds, professional and personal, are beginning to loom nearer on the horizon. I don't feel as antsy about them as I usually would though. Residual India perk, I suppose.
In the meantime, instead of working on the India entry I should be working on, I've spent valuable time compiling my current favorite home-practice asana soundtrack for your listening pleasure. You can check it out over at itunes. Consider yourself forewarned--there's nary a tinkling bell nor windchime in the bunch. That's right, never let it be said that I continued to soldier on with a silly thing like a DEADLINE while, somewhere in the world, asana was being practiced to crappy music.
You're welcome.
Now that I think of it, my sock drawer could probably use a thorough reorganization too. . .
hmmm. . .for some reason it's all jumbled out of order over there. . .maddening. . .it's supposed to sequence from loud to slow. the numbers next to each track mark the original order. OH GOD, THE WORLD IS ALL OUT OF ORDER . . . somebody DO something.
